The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1887-08-18
NOTES OF THE NEW SOUTH.
Some Interesting and Amusing Things
Traveller Finds to Write About.

a Traveller Finds to Write ABOUT.
From the Boston Journal
Riding through North Carolina
one day / noticed in another part OF
the Pullman car a young man upon
whom the tedium of the journey seem
ed to bear heavily. He shifted his
seat often, couldn't seem to settle
down to reading, and the country
through which we were passing seem
ed to have no interest for him. At
last he came over and sat opposite me.
For FIVE minutes he looked YEARLY
through the window as if seeking
something he could not find, and then
after side glance at me, turned and
said with tone expressive of utter
detection and homesickness, "Do you
know, actually, 1 amt seen hog sence
1 left the State of Alabamy." I ex-
pressed such sympathy for him that
he gave me his friedship at once told
me that he was going that night from
Atlanta to Birmingham that he had
a saloon engaged, half of which he
would be glad to have me occupy,
"and," he added, sit shan't cost you
cent, either
Returning from drive in the sub.
urbs of Atlanta 1 asked the colored
driver if mounted man whom we
saw in the distance we're policeman.
eyes sab" he answered, and then,
as if the question had suggested the
thought, he said proudly: "I'll be 80
years old next August, boss, and l
amt never been arrested yit.
was about to murmur my congrat-
ulations when he startled me by add
ing: "And | amt never had but one
warrant out agin' me, and then they
didn't ketch me-
"How was that ?" | asked.
"Well, KEEP out Of the way until
the trial, and then l give myself up
in court"
"What were you tried for p
eur shootin' niger
began to think that my driver
was not the innocent lamb his first
declaration might have led me to con-
slider him, so | asked him about the
circumstances of the shooting.
well, boss" he said, at was like
this. / was Twin on plantation,
and one day | got into row with an
other young Teller about a gal. 1t
was in store, and the first thing /
knew he hit me with a churn handle,
and then shot him. They got the
warrant out for me, but | wouldn't a
had any trouble, only the other fellow
had a good many white friends and
they pushed the case agin me. 1t
cost my father hundred dollars to
get me clear"
"Then you were acquitted 2"
ooh, yes, sab"
GLOW was that, when you say you
shot the man ?"
ooh, yes, I shot him and hit him
pretty bad, too, but | got off on self
defense; and then he added appar-
emily without the least thought of the
absurdity of the idea, 81 wouldn't ha'
shot him only he started to run
An experience in Atlanta led me
to think that i'll one sense, at least,
the South was forgetting the war. l
wanted to 60 over some of the fighting
ground of June, '64, and remember
ing that monument of some kind
had been erected on the spot where
Gen. MCPHERSON fell, | thought that
in my dealing with the colored hack
driversthat it would serve as an object
i've point. So | mentioned, with easy
confidence, to one who seemed anxious
for a job, that / should like to drive
out to the Mcpherson monument. He
looked startled and answered that he
had never heard of it. Then [ fell to
quoting the guide book at him, and
at last he started with the assurance
that he knew the exact spot. In con-
versation with him L learned to my
establishment that he not only knew
nothing about the Mcpherson monu-
ment, but was absolutely ignorant as
to McPherson's identity. He lost his
way five times, and every time went
through the same kind of perform
ance. On seeing ikely-looking ma
tive be would pull up the horse, put
his foot on the carriage step, and turn
ing half round to me would fortify
himself for his own inquiry, asking al
ways in exactly the same tone and
words:
"Wh-wha' did you say the gen'P
mans name was !''